Effy had not heard him call her name, she was too taken by the bottle of vodka. She would drink until the world around her was black. It was the only way she knew how to cope with things. Alcohol was not the answer to all her questions, but it sure as hell made her forget what she was asking. With a glance at Gin, she began to chug the bottle. Before long she had already downed a third. She was beginning to feel ill, but was determined to continue drinking. Anything to help her forget what was going on around her.

Effy had made her way through half the bottle of vodka before Gin was even able to take a sip of his. She pointed at Gin, one eye opened and one eye closed. Her body swayed back and forth ever so slightly as she did her best to push herself into a sitting position. After what felt like years, she was finally sitting up with one eye still trained on Gin. "Gin, tell me something." She slurred. "Why do I love you soooooooooooooo much, when all I wanna do right now is hit that pretty little face of yours with a bottle?" The question seemed reasonable to her. Then again, everything seemed reasonable at the moment. "Sober me wouldn't tell you this, but I'm scared shitless of this...dead bringer back to lifer guy. He sounds like a right dick." She took a giant gulp of the vodka before continuing on. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, because I don't know if I've mentioned this...but I love you. I'm sorry I sleep with other men. I don't like to, but I don't have a choice" Rants like these had grown increasingly common during her episodes of drinking. It was as if her conscious was trying to clean itself. 

Effy fell back onto the pillow with the vodka clutched to her chest. Somehow she had managed to put the cap back on before falling back.